"ghosty" poems
Are an interesting thing.
Because they appear in all headspace
And stratum of conscious
Orchestra slow walk of life-
In the hazy Druid gaze of early morning waking days
To the moment of the crystal revelation;
The hardwood can look dreamlike, soft
But just as easily manifest creation.
Sinewy contortions of the multicoloured drapes
To the kind and gentle ghosty in the sun;
A derealized 'umm, wait a sec' march backwards in the mind
Or the truth that I and this wood frame are one.
Oct 16, 2012
Oct 16, 2012 at 9:21 PM UTC
Raw
Tender
Exposed
Paranormal
Spectre spectacle
Nearly translucent
Wearing a little
Black dress
Oh so lovely,
Nice black stockings
Pale as a little
Ghosty
I'm ever fading
Please,
Pull me back
Into a place
Called 'tangible'
Oh no.
My eyes
Widen with fear
As I disappear
whoosh
Jan 2, 2013
Jan 2, 2013 at 3:53 AM UTC
Haunted town, forbidden dwellings
Somber roads and cloudy evenings
Spider webs, empty rooms
Dark spirits in ghosty tombs
Beautiful flower that in bloom
Tampered by the underworld
Asked me hardly in the doom
"Will you change this colorless world?"
Jul 10, 2014
Jul 10, 2014 at 4:46 AM UTC
O, a ghost that haunts the pretty young girl, Ooo!
He would shed his own blood for the silk and the pearl!
It listens to her sweet-young song,
Lithe and lonely it does long to be alive and kiss her beating heart!
O, the ghost does hide within her chamber doors!
It creeps across her ceiling and her floors!
It lays in wait until the hour
she drifts into her sleepy drower,
to lay it's hungry eyes upon her form!
O, the old and lonesome ghoul begins to frown,
when the girl exits her chamber to leave town!
It starts to search, the school, the church,
until it happens 'pon her perch
hiding 'way with a lover-boy!
O, the ghost begins to shake and roar, blasting through their chamber door
to try and scare this poor young fool away!
Nov 8, 2011
Nov 8, 2011 at 5:51 PM UTC
have to find the center of a long alley
ice cream cones of last year, the craving
our way to the center, people buzzing over
so hard to guess the right thing of the wrong
lights are floating through the room, ghosty
at the center of the alley, we will find salvation
smoothen a path inside the snow of the past
frozen water, ice chunks, shannon, help me
have to find the center of a long alley
get me some ***** and a cake, let's go
eat it on-the-go, the best thing now is to go
your mental breakdown was the finest
for a long time, a long time, long time
Sep 15, 2020
Sep 15, 2020 at 9:58 PM UTC